“And this time I forget to slip into your slumber
The light is on the left side of your head
And I'm standing in your doorway
And I'm mumbling and I can't remember the last thing that ran through my head”

“I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on you losing your head.”
“I didn't lose it. It was stolen.”

“I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.”

“I'm just a sucker even talking to you guys. I should be ready to rip your heads off your necks. But it's just not the right thing to do.”

“I can't think of anything to write about, I'm just walking around here between the lines, under the light of your eyes, in the breadth of your mouth as in a beautiful happy day, which remains beautiful and happy, even when the head is sick and tired.”

“Do you have a death wish?" he asked. Will grinned at him.
I'm just relying on your judgment," he replied. "I can't keep track of everything in my head.”

“Look, I'm standing naked before you;
Don't you want more than my sex?
I can scream as loud as your last one,
But I can't claim innocence.”

“What's got into your head? That I'm returning to my origins? The important things I have in my blood and nobody is going to take them away. I'm here to drink a bottle of my wine and sing a little–with anybody.”

“I just wanna lay my head on your chest,
so I'm as close as it gets to your heart
We can fall apart, start over again”

“You know that the things you put it your head stay there, right?'
'Yeah. But you remember some things, don't you?'
'Yeah. You remember the things you want to forget and forget the things you want to remember.”